There are any lings we don't understand. U.F.Os for one. And Leylines For another. Leylines, where they cross over, or touch the sea can create a glitch enabling to jump into Nyx; a reality created by the Goddess.

The Spacious track branches off into several smaller ones, worn wooden sign posts lead the way. "Galleon Falls", "The Dens", "The Roosts" and finally "Verde Cottage". There is the place you need to be. For it's the strange character that tells you when the Roosts and Dens are free, well her consort is in charge of the Roosts. Walking down the path, the quiet, peaceful beauty of the place is stunning. The narrow dirt track turns this way and that, not dis-similar to the slow meander of a river.

In a near perfect glade the circular House stands, each of it's four windows depicting a season; Spring: many little cubs frolicking in a field; Summer: a few cubs resting under the shade; Autumn: several cubs playing in the red-brown leaves and Finally; Winter: Just two cubs being cuddles by their mother. Something important perhaps?

A heavy wooden door stands between you and a possible room. Gathering your nerve you reach up to knock at the door. Only to find it swing open; a large elderly woman stands imposing in the door, her face wrinkled and weather worn, her long grey hair hung right down her back, tied in a plat with leaves and feathers. Her clothes are as strange as she is, consisting of layered brown earthy fabrics and a deep brown travelling cloak. "I know what you're here for." She says, her voice was kind, though very firm.

She ushers you inside, the main room itself looks much bigger on the inside, the stained glass windows casting colourful patterns everywhere, there's a central worn table, circular and four battered chairs sit around it. The house is beautiful in it's simplicity. On the beaten-up table lies a leather bound book, very worn; very old. She looks down at the indecipherable writing for a moment. It obviously made sense to her. [color=green]"There's no dens available at the moment, but there are three quetzal roosts.[color]With a small smile she closes the book.

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The old woman laughed; the sound of her voice echoing around the room. "You do make me laugh dear, I thought you were never going to realize. I heard your darling quetzal had fun. There are now 0 dens left." Still chuckling she adjusted the records in the old book.

"Over here! Hey! <3!" Surprisingly, it wasn't the little monkey butt girl who always claimed the rooms this time. A pinkish looking male Quetzal hopped up and waved his heads around. His middle head was wearing a rainbow collar, so that must mean he's... oh dear. This breeding turnout would be interesting indeed.

"8D Don't worry, I have others to torture too. One Baku fox den please!" Pickle said excitedly. She never woul miss a chance to snag one if she saw it... Now, which ones should she torture today... Hm....